OLD  GLORY 


EMMA  FRANCES  DAWSON 


EXJJBRIS  UNIVERSITY  OF  CALIFORNIA 


JOHN  HENRY  NASH 

<§>  SAN  FRANCISCO 

PRESENTED  TO  THE 

UNIVERSITY  OF  CALIFORNIA 

ROBERT  GORDON  SPROUL,  PRESIDENT. 
«>    BY"  * 

MR.ANDMRS.MILTON  S.RAY 

CECILY,  VIRGINIA  AND  ROSALYN  RAY 

AND  THE 

RAY  OIL  BURNER  COMPANY 


OLD  GLORY 

CHANT  ROYAL  BY  EMMA  FRANCES  DAWSON 

"Old  Glory!"  as  our  flag 

was  baptized  by  our  soldiers  during 

the  Rebellion. 

PREBLE. 


SAN  FRANCISCO 

THE  BOOK  CLUB  OF  CALIFORNIA 
MDCCCCXVIII 


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COPYRIGHT,  1917,  BY  EMMA  FRANCES  DAWSON 


SAN  FRANCISCO:  PRINTED  BY  JOHN  HENRY  NASH 


OLD  GLORY 


NCHANTED  web !  A  pidure  in  the  air, 

Drifted  to  us  from  out  the  distance  blue, 
From  shadowy  ancestors  through  whose  brave  care 

We  live  in  magic  of  a  dream  come  true. 
With  Covenanters'  blue,  as  if  were  glassed 
In  dewy  flower-heart  the  stars  that  passed ; 

O  blood-veined  blossom  that  can  never  blight ! 
The  Declaration,  like  a  sacred  rite, 
Is  in  each  star  and  stripe  declamatory, 

The  Constitution  thou  shalt  long  recite, 
Our  hallowed,  eloquent,  beloved  "Old  Glory" ! 


OLD  GLORY 


SYMPHONY  in  red,  white,  blue !  fanfare 

Of  trumpet,  roll  of  drum,  forever  new 
Reverberations  of  the  Bell,  that  bear 

Its  tones  of  Liberty  the  wide  world  through  ! 
In  battle  dreaded  like  a  cyclone  blast ! 
Symbol  of  land  and  people  unsurpassed, 

Thy  brilliant  day  shall  never  have  a  night. 
On  foreign  shore  no  pomp  so  grand  a  sight, 
No  face  so  friendly,  naught  consolatory 

Like  glimpse  of  lofty  spar  with  thee  bedight, 
Our  hallowed,  eloquent,  beloved  "Old  Glory"  ! 


OLD  GLORY 


HOU  art  the  one  Flag,  an  embodied  prayer, 

One,  highest  and  most  perfed  to  review, 
Without  one  nothing;  it  is  lineal,  square, 

Has  properties  of  all  the  numbers,  too, 
Cube,  solid,  square  root,  root  of  root,  best  classed 
It  for  his  Essence  the  Creator  cast. 

For  purity  are  thy  six  stripes  of  white, 
This  number  circular  and  endless  quite, 
Six  times,  well  knows  the  scholar  wan  and  hoary, 

His  compass,  spanning  circle,  can  alight,— 
Our  hallowed,  eloquent,  beloved  "Old  Glory" ! 


OLD  GLORY 


OLDLY  thy  seven  lines  of  scarlet  flare; 

As  when  o'er  old  centurion  it  blew. 
(Red  is  the  trumpet's  tone,  it  means  to  dare!) 

God  favored  seven  when  creation  grew: 
The  seven  planets,  seven  hues  contrast; 
The  seven  metals,  seven  days,  not  last 
The  seven  tones  of  marvelous  delight 
That  lend  the  listening  soul  their  wings  for  flight; 
But  why  complete  the  happy  category 

That  gives  thy  thirteen  stripes  their  charm  and  might? 
Our  hallowed,  eloquent,  beloved  "Old  Glory"! 


OLD  GLORY 


N  THY  dear  colors  honored  everywhere, 

The  great  and  mystic  ternion  we  view ; 
Faith,  Hope  and  Charity  are  numbered  there, 
And  the  three  nails  the  Crucifixion  knew. 
Three  are  offended  when  one  has  trespassed, 
God  and  one's  neighbor  and  one's  self  aghast. 

Christ's  deity,  and  soul,  and  manhood's  height; 
The  Father,  Son  and  Ghost  may  here  unite, 
With  texts  like  these,  divinely  monitory, 

What  wonder  that  thou  conquerest  in  fight, 
Our  hallowed,  eloquent,  beloved  "Old  Glory" ! 


OLD  GLORY 


ENVOY 

BLESSED  Flag !  sign  of  our  precious  Past, 
Triumphant  Present  and  our  Future  vast, 

Beyond  starred  blue  and  bars  of  sunset  bright 
Lead  us  to  higher  realm  of  Equal  Right ! 
Float  on  in  ever  lovely  allegory, 

Kin  to  the  eagle  and  the  wind  and  light, 
Our  hallowed,  eloquent,  beloved  "Old  Glory"! 


